During the day the emotional toolbox is good
Behind the trained emotions sits the abyss
Only rearing its head in the spaces
Early to bed avoids the fatigue and the black dog
Every night is the same dream
Searching for what is not there anymore
Waking at 4am exhausted
Not wanting to go back to the dream
Write poetry
5am get up
Meditate
Train
Burn incense
Chant
Commune with the infinite
Refreshed
Carry on
Fall Down seven times
Get up seven times
Not bloody eight.